Outside — Decision
Megumi stands there.
Silent.
Listening.
A faint sound.
Almost inaudible.
A strained breath.
A weak, pained murmur.
His jaw tightens.
Without knocking—
Megumi slides the door open.
What He Sees
You.
Twisting slightly in the sheets.
Skin burning.
Breathing uneven.
Blankets tangled.
Sweat dampening your hairline.
Megumi's eyes widen.
Just slightly.
But enough.
Megumi Fushiguro:…Y/N?
No response.
He steps closer.
Hand hovering near your forehead—
hesitates—
then presses lightly.
Shock
Heat.
Blazing.
His expression hardens instantly.
Megumi Fushiguro (low):…Damn it.
Because he knows.
This isn't normal exhaustion.
This is a high fever.
And climbing.
The dorm still asleep.
The night suddenly not peaceful anymore.
Your skin burns beneath Megumi's palm.
Heat.
Far too much heat.
Megumi Fushiguro:…Y/N.
Your eyelids flutter.
Heavy.
Slow.
y/n
Blurred vision.
Lamp glow.
A familiar silhouette leaning over you.
y/n (hoarse whisper):…M-Megumi…?
Your body shivers violently.
Despite the fever.
Hands clutching the blanket tighter.
y/n:S-so cold…
Megumi's jaw tightens.
Because your voice is weak.
Unsteady.
Wrong.
Megumi already pulling out his phone.
Movements sharp.
Efficient.
Megumi Fushiguro:Ieiri-sensei.
Now.Minutes Later
The door slides open quickly.
Shoko Ieiri
Medical bag in hand.
Eyes instantly assessing.
Shoko Ieiri:Move.
Megumi steps aside immediately.
But doesn't leave.
Shoko's hand presses to your forehead.
Then your neck.
A pause.
A frown.
Shoko Ieiri:…High.
Thermometer.
Quick reading.
Shoko Ieiri:104°F.
The air shifts.
Megumi Fushiguro
His eyes sharpen.
Concern now unmistakable.
Megumi Fushiguro:That's—
Shoko Ieiri: Dangerous if it climbs further.
Another Presence
The doorway fills again.
Tall.
White-haired.
Blindfolded.
Satoru Gojo
But for once—
No grin.
Satoru Gojo:…That bad?
Shoko Ieiri:Exhaustion + overheating + sudden cooling.
Classic crash.
Gojo clicks his tongue softly.
You — Barely Awake
Everything feels distant.
Voices muffled.
Body aching.
Burning.
Freezing.
y/n (weak murmur):…Hurts…
Megumi's gaze flickers to you instantly.
Shoko opens her kit.
Already preparing.
Shoko Ieiri:She needs an antipyretic.
Injection will act faster.
Your foggy brain registers one word.
Injection.
Your eyes widen weakly.
Panic slicing through fever haze.
y/n (shaky whisper):N-no…
Shoko pauses.
Shoko Ieiri:Hm?
You shake your head.
Small.
But desperate.
y/n:No shot…
Please…
Your fingers clutch the blanket tighter.
Body trembling.
Megumi Fushiguro
He notices immediately.
The fear.
Not discomfort.
Fear.
Satoru Gojo
Head tilts slightly.
Curious.
Then understanding dawns.
Satoru Gojo:Ah…
Your voice cracks.
Barely audible.
y/n:I-I can't…
Needles…
Tears gather at the corners of your eyes.
Humiliating.
Uncontrollable.
y/n (fevered, pleading):Please no…
Shoko Ieiri
Flat stare.
Then a small sigh.
Shoko Ieiri:Trypanophobia?
Megumi blinks slightly.
Gojo answers casually.
Satoru Gojo:Looks like it.
You — Shaking
Your head moves weakly.
y/n:N-no shot…
Your breathing turns uneven again.
Anxiety + fever = terrible combo.
Megumi steps closer instinctively.
Voice low.
Grounding.
Megumi Fushiguro:Hey.
Your eyes flicker toward him.
Megumi Fushiguro:Look at me.
Barely.
But you do.
Megumi Fushiguro:It's to bring the fever down.
You shake your head again.
Tears slipping free now.
y/n:No…
Satoru Gojo
Unexpectedly softer tone.
Satoru Gojo:Y/N.
Your gaze shifts weakly.
Satoru Gojo:No one's hurting you.
A beat.
Satoru Gojo:But 104°F isn't negotiable.
Shoko Ieiri
Already switching vials.
Unbothered.
Shoko Ieiri:We can try oral meds.
Slower.
But acceptable if she keeps them down.
Relief floods your fevered face.
Fragile.
y/n (whisper):…Okay…
Megumi exhales quietly.
Tension easing slightly.
Gojo folds his arms.
Satoru Gojo:See? Compromise.
Shoko hands over tablets and water.
Megumi supports you slightly as you struggle upright.
Careful.
Steady.
Your hands tremble violently.
Megumi Fushiguro (quiet):Slow.
You swallow the medicine with effort.
Midnight Continues
Fever raging.
Room silent.
Three figures watching closely.
Waiting.
Hoping the temperature breaks.
Before something else does.
Your Room — Almost Thirty Minutes Later
Silence stretches tight.
Too quiet.
Too tense.
Shoko Ieiri
Thermometer beeps softly.
A glance.
A faint frown.
Shoko Ieiri:103.2°F.
Not enough.
Not fast enough.
Megumi Fushiguro
His shoulders stiffen.
Eyes flicking instantly toward you.
Still trembling.
Still burning.
Megumi Fushiguro (low):It barely dropped…
Satoru Gojo
Arms still folded.
But his posture shifts.
Subtle.
Serious.
Shoko Ieiri
Calm. Clinical.
Already reaching into her kit again.
Shoko Ieiri:We're out of time.
The soft metallic clink echoes loudly in your head.
Your breath catches.
You know what that sound means.
Needle.
Your fingers tighten around the blanket.
Weak.
Shaky.
y/n (small, strained):…
You don't shake your head this time.
Because your body feels too heavy.
Too exhausted.
But your eyes betray everything.
Fear.
Panic.
Helpless dread.
Megumi notices immediately.
Jaw tightening again.
Gojo steps forward quietly.
Unexpectedly gentle.
He sits on the edge of your bed.
No theatrics.
No teasing grin.
Satoru Gojo (soft):Hey.
Your glassy eyes lift toward him.
Barely.
Satoru Gojo:Look at you…
Still fighting battles half-asleep.
His voice is light—
But warm.
Grounding.
Your lips tremble.
y/n (whisper):…I can't…
He leans slightly closer.
Elbows on knees.
Voice lowered.
Satoru Gojo:You can.
A pause.
Satoru Gojo:And you will.
Because this isn't about fear.
It's about getting you back on your feet.
Your breathing stutters.
y/n:It's stupid…
I know it's stupid…
Satoru Gojo:It's not.
Fear's fear.
Doesn't need logic.
That catches you off guard.
Even through fever haze.
Dry tone from across the room.
Shoko Ieiri:Touching speech.
Temperature still dangerous.
Gojo waves lazily without turning.
Satoru Gojo:Yes, doctor, we're emotionally processing trauma 😊
Shoko deadpans.
Megumi Fushiguro:Gojo-sensei.
Because jokes aren't helping right now.
Gojo's tone softens again instantly.
Satoru Gojo (to you):Alright.
New plan.
He gently takes your hand.
Warm.
Steady.
Satoru Gojo:You don't look.
Not at the needle.
Not at Ieiri.
Not anywhere except—
He taps his shoulder lightly.
Satoru Gojo:Here.
Your eyes flicker uncertainly.
y/n:…
Satoru Gojo:And if you panic—
You squeeze my hand.
As hard as you want.
A tiny pause.
Satoru Gojo (smirking faintly):Though fair warning…
I'm expensive to damage.
A weak, breathless sound escapes you.
Almost a laugh.
Megumi
Watching closely.
Something eases slightly in his expression.
Your grip tightens faintly around Gojo's hand.
Still trembling.
Still scared.
But…
y/n (small):…Okay…
Shoko Ieiri
Already moving.
Efficient.
Shoko Ieiri:Arm.
Megumi helps adjust your sleeve gently.
Careful not to jostle you.
You immediately turn your face—
Pressing it weakly against Gojo's shoulder.
Eyes squeezed shut.
His free hand lightly rests on your head.
Steadying.
Satoru Gojo (quiet):Good.
Just like that.
Alcohol swab.
Cold against overheated skin.
You flinch.
Your grip tightens on Gojo's hand.
y/n (panicked whisper):Sensei—
Satoru Gojo:I've got you.
A sharp prick—
Your body tenses violently.
Breath hitching.
Then—
It's over.
Shoko Ieiri
Bandage.
Step back.
Shoko Ieiri:Done.
Your eyes open slowly.
Disoriented.
y/n:…That's it…?
Satoru Gojo
Looking mildly offended.
Satoru Gojo:What did you expect?
A dramatic slow-motion scene?
Megumi Fushiguro
Soft exhale.
Relief barely visible.
Satoru Gojo:See?
Told you.
Your weak, sleepy voice drifts out.
y/n:…Still hate needles…
Gojo chuckles softly.
Satoru Gojo:That's fine.
Just don't hate surviving.
Megumi looks away slightly.
Because that line hits harder than expected.
Midnight Softens
The crisis passes.
Slowly.
Quietly.
The medicine begins its quiet work.
Not instantly.
But steadily.
Your trembling lessens.
Breathing easing.
Still feverish.
Still exhausted.
But safer now.
While outside—
The campus sleeps.
Unaware
Of how close fear,
And fever,
The night is thick with silence.
Too still.
Too heavy.
A faint sound breaks it—
Restless shifting.
Uneven breathing.
Soft murmurs.
Outside in the hallway—
Footsteps.
Quick.
Concerned.
SLIDE
Door opens.
Nobara Kugisaki:What was that noise—
She stops.
Eyes widening.
You're tangled in blankets, skin flushed, breathing ragged.
Sweat clinging to your temple.
Beside your bed—
Already there.
Megumi Fushiguro — tense, hand still hovering near your forehead.
Satoru Gojo — seated casually… but his visible eye sharp.
Watching.
Assessing.
Yuji Itadori (rushing in):Y/N?!
Nobara Kugisaki:She looks terrible—
Megumi Fushiguro (low):Fever's still high.
Yuji's face drains.
Yuji Itadori:But Shoko-sensei gave medicine, right?!
Gojo nods calmly.
Satoru Gojo:Relax 😊She's been treated.
Nobara crosses her arms, worry barely masked.
Nobara Kugisaki:Then why is she still burning up?!
A small pause.
Gojo's tone gentler now.
Satoru Gojo:Because recovery isn't instant.
Megumi's jaw tightens slightly.
Still uneasy.
Still watching you.
Gojo stands smoothly.
Claps once.
Light, but decisive.
Satoru Gojo:Alright, night patrol squad—
All of you.
Back to bed.
Yuji Itadori:But—
Satoru Gojo (smiling):She's safe.
That tone.
Final.
Nobara exhales sharply.
Annoyed.
Reluctantly reassured.
Nobara Kugisaki:…Fine.
Yuji Itadori (softly):Text us if anything changes.
Megumi doesn't move.
Gojo glances at him.
Amused.
Knowing.
Satoru Gojo:Megumi.
Beat.
Satoru Gojo:You too.
Megumi hesitates…
Then looks at you one last time.
He leaves.
Door slides shut.
Silence returns.
Only your breathing fills the room.
Sleep Deepens
Your body sinks heavier into the mattress.
Consciousness slipping.
Falling.
Drifting.